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Nurul Imma Wong
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Griffith Primary [98]
Pasir Ris Primary [98-03]
Tanjong Katong Secondary School [04-07]
Saint Andrews Junior College [08-09]
National University of Singapore [10-]
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    Thursday, April 10, 2008

    I'd lie-Taylor Swift
    I don’t think that passenger seat
    Has ever looked this good to me
    He tells me about his night
    I count the colors in his eyes

    He’ll never fall in love he swears
    As he runs his fingers through his hair
    I'm laughing cause I hope he’s wrong
    I don’t think it ever crossed his mine
    He tells a joke, I fake a smile
    But I know all his favorite songs

    And I could tell you
    His favorite color’s green
    He loves to argue
    Born on the seventeenth
    His sister’s beautiful
    He has his father’s eyes
    And if you ask me if I love him
    I’d lie

    He looks around the room
    Innocently overlooks the truth
    Shouldn’t a light go on?
    Doesn’t he know that I’ve had him memorized for so long?

    He sees everything in black and white
    Never lets no body see him cry
    And I don’t let no body see me wishing he was mine

    I could tell you
    His favorite color’s green
    He loves to argue
    Born on the seventeenth
    His sister’s beautiful
    He has his father’s eyes
    And if you ask me if I love him
    I’d lie

    He stands there then walks away
    My God if I could only say
    I’m holding every breath for you

    He’d never tell you
    But he can play guitar
    I think he can see through
    Everything but my heart

    First thought when I wake up
    Is my God he’s beautiful
    So I put on my make-up
    And pray for a miracle

    Yes And I could tell you
    His favorite color's green
    He loves to argue
    Oh and it kills me
    His sister's beautiful
    He has his father's eyes
    And if you asked me if I love him
    Don't you ask me if I love him
    Cause I’d lie


    obviously i cant publish to the whole world wad those words behind the strike realli is. haha. it wud be realli obvious. haha. i realli dun understand y things turn out this way. but maybe i do. i knew it wud end up like this sumday. i guess i realli have to give up. oh man, imma and her love problems.

    oh well, i'm realli not looking foward to tmr. NAPFA 5 stations eh. grrrrrr..

    lurvve!


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